Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.